Whorls of light gray mist hung in the damp air. His long strides scattered patches of dense fog that hovered above the ground. Hyde Park wasn't a place anyone should be before dawn, and was the last place he wanted to be on an early Sunday morn with a stubborn female at his side. Showing masterly control, Lizzie didn’t roll her eyes. A wife has no true possessions, she said flatly. Under the law, they belong to her husband and Perdita was, therefore, transferred to the heir. Lizzie didn’t want the truth. In fact, she felt such a stab of anger that she had to fold her lips tightly together or she would scream at Cat. I know you feel ashamed to be in company,” her sister continued, energetically digging her own grave, as far as Lizzie was concerned. “Unfortunately, most people are aware the circumstances of your marriage, not to mention the fact that Adrian was so imprudent as to die away from home.”

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Perhaps you should explain to me,” Lizzie had said, “because my father unaccountably forgot to mention it. As did you, I might add.” She laughs, and it is like sweet whispers in my ear. ‘I do not have tactics, Mr Melrose. I’m simply curious.” As if from a dream, Lady Gabrielle walked from the mist and into Viscount Brentwood's arms. Within moments, he's embroiled in more scandal than he ever thought possible… It wasn’t her sister’s fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault except for her late husband’s, and he was definitely late—­i.e., dead. If it hadn't been for his promise to his mother on her deathbed, he would have left the aggravating little mongrel at his estate in Brentwood. He had started to do just that, but at the last minute, his conscience had gotten the better of him, and he'd grabbed up the dog and put her in the carriage. But if she kept yelping before daybreak, the Mayfair town house might not be big enough for the both of them. If that wasn't bad enough, whenever he was at home, she seemed to always find a way to be underfoot, or scratching on his door, whimpering to get inside and sleep on his bed.

It’s time toimmerse ourselves in Regency London again with the eclectic residents of Belmore Square. Full of secrets, sins and scandal, there is never a dull moment. Take a breath and get ready for Frank & Taya’s story. Times are changing fast, and the modern gentleman doesn’t stay far behind them. Social norms become more flexible, your principles leave more leeway to do whatever you want, moral stances follow closely. The general standards for integrity keep expanding, but somehow it doesn’t really feel like open-mindedness anymore.The modern gentleman slowly becomes just a man of the modern times. You can’t help but feel that the bar used to be a bit higher. An hour or so after their wedding ceremony, Adrian had brought Lizzie, still wrapped in her bridal veil, to his mother’s faded, musty house, and informed her that he had no intention of living with her. Moderate exercise,” her sister said with palpable loathing. “You used to ride every day, for pleasure. We would practice archery on a fine day like this, or roam about the countryside, not sit inside reading.” We might begin with the fact that you were never in love with Adrian. Cat began walking around the bedchamber, waving her hands as she waxed eloquent about her late brother-­in-­law’s flaws.

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Why would she visit the father who had turned her away when she ran to him in desperation? The father who had known precisely what a disaster her marriage would be, but didn’t bother to warn her? In the quietness of the morning, Brent couldn't help but think fondly of his mother. She was a firm believer in being well read, and she saw to it her three sons were, too. She was always quoting someone. She didn't care if it was Keats, Shakespeare, Byron, or the Bible. She had even been known to use a line or two from a dreadful horrid novel. If she took a fancy to a quote she had read, she'd find a way to use it before the day was over. I would prefer to take supper on a tray.” Lizzie didn’t look up from her book, because meeting her sister’s eyes would only encourage her. Adrian had unemotionally laid out the terms of her marriage. It seemed her father had paid a great deal of money for the title of Lady Troutt. For his part, Adrian had wed her for her dowry, and because he needed someone to care for his mother.Or anywhere else, to tell the truth. Reading in a peaceful garden was an excellent way to take fresh air. Lighthearted, romantic novella, which managed to capture all the regular intrigue and challenges of a usual regency romance, in a compact form. Very enjoyable, and I love a main character that would rather read than... well, anything. His wife. My housekeeper says that she gets better cuts at a lower price. You’re trying to distract me with talk of singing drunkards, Cat said, unfairly. Let’s discuss your future. Grey has crafted an intriguing tale of love, determination, scandal and secrets in this delightfully captivating romantic encounter..." — Rundpinne When the chance for redemption in the form of a country house party invitation comes his way, Oliver is determined to prove himself a gentleman.

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I couldn’t do that,” Cat said, in a sudden digression. “Mr. Lyddle has developed a most unfortunate addiction to strong ale, and he’s regularly found lying about in the gutter singing, rather than butchering meat.” It wasn’t so terrible,” Lizzie said, meaning it. “I went to the auction, and Perdita went to a family with a young girl. I’m certain that she is well cared for and happy.” He's under pressure from the newspaper to unmask the mysterious highwayman causing havoc in Belmore Square, but his infuriating clashes with Taya keep slowing him down. Oddly though, he was growing a tad fond of the little devil, though he had no idea why. He'd made a vow to his mother that he would take good care of her dog, going so far as to promise her to take the dog for an early morning walk a couple of times a week. That hadn't been a problem at his estate in Brentwood, but now that he was in London, he could see how the oath to his dearly departed mother would be harder to keep.I refuse to allow you to wither away in bed simply because your husband was infatuated with Shady Sadie,” Cat said, using the term by which the gossip rags had referred to Adrian’s mistress. “You must put all that behind you. Sadie has another protector, and you are out of mourning. It’s time to stop hiding.”

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For the first time—­and in her experience, the last time—­her husband had been a little defensive, even a trifle ashamed. I never lied. He knows perfectly well that we shall lead separate lives. Frank Melrose is on the cusp of taking his father's printing business global - the last thing he needs is the distraction of any woman, let alone the dazzling Taya Winters. I WOULD PREFER to take supper on a tray. Lizzie didn’t look up from her book, because meeting her sister’s eyes would only encourage her.Eloisa James is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling author and professor of English literature, who lives with her family in New York, but can sometimes be found in Paris or Italy. She is the mother of two and, in a particularly delicious irony for a romance writer, is married to a genuine Italian knight. Visit her at www.eloisajames.com. –This text refers to the mass_market edition. Who does the butchering now?” Lizzie asked, deciding to take a walk to the village and see this interesting musical event herself.